I'm actually pretty good, given the chance. And a decent lungful of air.
[On his end, he chances a glance up, through the gap in the door, at the shapes of Rose and Jack moving around in their small apartment. Sick, but doing their best to keep him from seeing it.
His thumbs smooth over the sides of the NV as a small smile pulls at his lips, a split second before the video flickers on, revealing his gentle smile, probing eyes, all in a pale, drawn face.
Life echoing from a dead man's skin.]
My companions. Friends. Always keeping me in check, them.
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[On his end, he chances a glance up, through the gap in the door, at the shapes of Rose and Jack moving around in their small apartment. Sick, but doing their best to keep him from seeing it.
His thumbs smooth over the sides of the NV as a small smile pulls at his lips, a split second before the video flickers on, revealing his gentle smile, probing eyes, all in a pale, drawn face.
Life echoing from a dead man's skin.]
My companions. Friends. Always keeping me in check, them.